The Distant Promise

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it seeped, like water through a cracked hull. I am Elias, thirty-two, and the keeper of the only clock shop on the High Street. My hands are stained with oil, my back bent from years of hunching over escapements, and my debt to the merchant guild is a noose tightening around my neck. I want to repair the Great Bell’s mechanism. It is the only way to pay the...

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